Hagen Hai

Hagen

• Description

  Hai's movements are jagged. They're like a slowly rendering video, and seem forced. He dons a very drak green scarf from time to time. A military-grade shirt sticks to his torso, while his trousers lay below, them being a darker green. The trousers are tucked beaneath a white cloth, which prevents sands from getting into his tanned shoes. He wears a white du-rag. Under said du-rag lies a head of dark-brown hair, that is about an inch long in length, excluding his bangs, which he does not have. Around his left wrist four golden rings lay loosely, and on his right lay six. His eyes portray a vibrant green, with veinless white surrounding it. He is taller than the average european when he stands up straight. His skin tone is naturally tanned from sun, but he has features of a french man.

• Biography

  Hai was born in Luxembourg. The year of his birth was 1919. His father was killed in the First World War, and his mother was entrenched in debt and kidnapped three years after his birth. Fortunately, his uncle, Jean, adopted him. Hagen's uncle was a man who believed in free-thought and protecting those who were weaker than him, so it was natural. Hai was hidden from society as he grew, as his uncle did not want Hagen to know what a mother or a father was. They lived happily for years, until the Second World War broke out. Luxembourg was easily taken from the hordes of German Soldiers at the line. And so, Luxembourg was taken. Hai was twenty years old when he joined the Resistance. His uncle was also too eager to join after seeing his best friend flattened by a falling building. Instead of being used in Luxembourg, the Resistance had bigger plans for Hai. He was sent out to the still major French Egypt. The Resistance had forseen that they would not hold out, and thought that if they were to die, they might as well hinder the Nazi expansion. And so, Hai promoted an individual Egypt in secret. e was given 5,000,000 francs to distribute to arms dealers and independence activists. The people of Egypt would fight much better than oversea French, don't you think? Hagen spent five years in that city, spying on German officials, hindering the Nazi cause, and even falling in love. She was a German officer, and had beauty that could not be held by a hateful heart. He knew every appointment she went to, her house, everything. But one day, she noticed him. It wasn't anythng serious, Hai was pushed into her by a merchant. The merchant's goods fell, along with Hei knocking her over. She got a good look at Hagen and immediately dropped to help him. But, just when Hagen stood up thinking that he was right that she had no german heart, she shot the merchant. Directly in the head, it was. Hei was horrified. It was his first time witnessing a death so gruesome. The German officer turned back to him with a smile, which quickly turned to confusion as he was nowhere to be seen. She muttered a few words in german, and then in french. His eyes lit up when he heard the distinctively french words. His immature mind thought that she was also a french spy, and continued his strife to befriend his love. That was, until he was caught again. When he turned a corner, she stood talking to two soldiers, who noticed him as he quickly darted back behind the corner. He did not run away, as that would make him suspiscious. The two germans seized him for suspiscious activity and dragged him to the German Lady. She asked a few questions in german, but Hai did not know a single word of german. He shook his head, using english to say, "I do not speak german." But then she said in french, "Then I guess I wouldn't care if you died." These nine words broke him into tears. This was the wanted reaction, as she now knew he was french. They locked fastened him into a chain inside of a transport car. There were two nazi soldiers with him, but they were no match for Hai's cunning. He asked for a cigarrette from one of them in french. The two soldiers had a little pride, as they gave it to him lit as a parting gift. He was to be executed. He scratched incessantly at a cloth, and the two just saw it as his paranoia, but under the cloth was the gas tank to the car. Once the cloth had a hole, he lowered his head to it, and dropped the ciggarette in with his mouth. The car exploded, along with him in it. He survived because there was a metal seat under him, which blocked most shrapnel. He gave up on war, he gave up on hating the other side. He felt betrayed, but freed. After Germany was taken out of control, he freely became a vagabond, wandering around Europe for somewhere to live a life or love another. His only regret was being french, and not german.